However, his movement was halted by another hand the next second, catching his mid-swing. Corley frowned, eyeing the newcomer with annoyance, "You?" Roseanne murmured, "Mr. Reynolds, how did you..."

Her voice almost broke at that moment.

Owen's gaze settled on her face. "Are you okay?"

Roseanne nodded. "Yeah," but her voice was thick with congestion. That wasn't true.

Owen offered, "I've got my car here. Can I give you a lift home?"

Roseanne said gratefully, "That would be great, thank you."

Owen wrapped an arm around her, ready to leave.

To Roseanne, she felt like a pebble teetering on the edge of a cliff, unstable until Owen showed up, grounding her. "Mr. Reynolds, what brings you here?" Next to the estate was a luxury hotel where he attended a conference. Taking a break, he stepped out for some fresh air and stumbled upon the scene. Owen answered lightly, "Just here for something."

The conference is next door. It is my private estate

tracks,

"I can take care of my guest. No need for

briefly sweeping over him. "Did you ask the guest

"I'll go with

a

Owen said, "Let's go."

with the two

home, right?" Murray pointed at Owen, a sneer creeping onto his lips. "Are you that desperate? Can't live without a man?" "Were you already messing around behind

like that? Even going after someone

he viewed as fickle and ungrateful in the most extreme way possible. Then, he turned to Corley

knives, blood gushing out with every slice. When

her teeth chattering from the cold as if she got submerged in ice water. At

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